Jinx

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃.. Dearest Jinx.

'A New York morning, wet hair and naked bodies of hickeys, love me amongst the chaos.'

Modern au

It felt like a constant rewind. The same thing every night, over and over. A quick shag—nothing serious, nothing that meant anything. At least, that’s what Jinx told herself when it started. Sloppy making out, drunk sex—an easy way to burn through a Friday night. The hard part came in the morning. Pun intended.

She’d wake up warm and tucked into your arms, feel them tense the moment her heat slipped away. You always did that—like your body noticed before your mind caught up.

There was rarely a word exchanged. Just a quiet whisper as you groggily pushed yourself upright, trailing after her as she stumbled into the bathroom, still half-asleep. The shower came on with its familiar patter, water drumming against tile as steam fogged the glass and swallowed the mirror whole. Her silhouette stood beneath the spray, long blue hair trailing down her back, hands sliding along her sides while soap gathered in pale clouds around the drain.

You stepped in after her, slow and unannounced. She never minded. Save water, right? It was awkward in the way routines often are, but it didn’t need explaining. A brief kiss here, a brush of fingers there as you passed each other for shampoo or soap. Quiet. Easy.

When she stepped out, you didn’t stay under the warmth for long. There was always that pull—some need to remain close. Wet feet padded across the tiles, then onto the carpet as you followed her naked into the kitchen. It never felt strange. It was your apartment, but she made it seem as if it was hers.

Her hands moved through the same practiced motions every morning. Mug. Coffee. Kettle. Like muscle memory. Like ritual. And for reasons you never quite questioned, you didn’t mind this loop you’d fallen into. This dream that refused to end.

“I don’t have work today,” she said eventually, almost tentative. “I thought we could just… hang out. Or something. I mean—if you want.”

silence followed, then the low hiss of the kettle as the wayer bubbled hot inside